I
try to trace the lines back
The
night was dark
Purple
Without
stars
Do
you know what I mean?
My
body was twisted
and
formed of clay and pale powder.
Thrown
into the air
and
endless rolling hillsides.
I
try to trace the lines back
Red
and white lights
streaked
below the bridge.
Veins
that carry flesh, soul, meaning.
I
peek out from a blanket of forgetfulness,
stretching
from California to Arizona.
Catch
the road, straight and black.
Look
for a star.
I
try to trace the lines back
Somebody
was there
a mirror
just
past the shabby brick building.
I
dismissed the thought
Curious,
slashing in the wind,
those
elements tangled me in color,
leading
me to desolate places
surrounded
by water
and
black carrion birds.
I
try to trace the lines back
There
was a fluttering hand
the
ropes of my bondage cut into me
the
sound of an animal.
I
am carried home unto awakening
can
see forever in every direction
I
try to trace the lines back
I
cannot remember
I
cannot remember what I was
I
cannot remember
